PART I.

I yearn to melt into your kiss with my whole being, to surrender wholly and completely to you, to re-capture that feel of oneness that is so delicious, and so needed in today’s world.

These were the types of thoughts making their way through my mind as I showered away the stresses of the day. My body was happiest without the extra burden of clothing, and I often danced in the shower, as the water cascaded down my spine— awakening my chakras from crown to sex.

This evening, the water was hot. A touch too hot. A touch too much, just the way I liked it. My skin reacted in shock, at first, feeling the scalding that would later come. I coaxed myself back underneath the moving water, back into the fire, preparing myself for what the night would hold after the sun set and the moon took its place in the sky.

The combination of heat and steam brought out a deep rosy glow in my skin. Soon, I could think of nothing other than you, Master. A mischievous smile made its way across my face, and I knew that I was ready.

I finished getting dressed and found you already waiting for me— meandering through the rose garden in the back of the house. You were annoyed that I was late, yet you did not say anything, your face did not even hold a hint of anger. We both knew that I would be punished later. That was the way of things.

This happened often, though, that I would intentionally take a few extra minutes just staring at my reflection in the mirror, daydreaming even, until I was late enough that you would notice. This… this was one of our games. And we played it often and well, just as we both liked it.

We went out to a beautiful dinner, but I am not writing to recount the hors d’oeuvres and the type of wine that we sipped. I am not writing to describe the food on your plate, or mine, for that is not important.

My yearning intensified over our white table-clothed dinner, and at the perfect moments, you would reach underneath and rest your hand on my knee… waiting until you had my complete attention before you ever-so-gently slid your hand up the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my already-throbbing limeflower bud.

But then, with a lighthearted laugh you would whisk your hand away, leaving my passions intensified, teasing me with the thought of release, yet not allowing it. Not yet.

You watched me closely throughout dinner, never taking your eyes from mine— reading the language of my body, as well as my heart. I did not dare break eye-contact. I was yours, Master, and it did not serve me to look elsewhere, to hide myself, even in moments of discomfort.

We sat in silence for some time, just seeing each other. My longing for you began as a quiet whisper, but in your way, you made sure it did not stop there. I wanted nothing more than to throw myself at you, at your feet. I couldn’t care less that we were in a public place. My passion was screaming at you now, screaming my love loud enough for the whole world to hear.

I leaned closer to you, over our table-for-two, allowing some of the built-up energy to escape as words. “I want you, my dear. I want you, Master.”

I formed the words with my eyes, just as much as with my lips that craved, desperately, your kiss. Those same lips also craved more. They longed to hold, suck, and caress your throbbing hard-on in my mouth. I repeated my desire. Again. Just above a whisper, trying to contain myself until I was given permission to let loose. “I want you, Master.”

You just smiled, in your way, and I could tell by the look in your eyes that you were still plotting, scheming, deciding what exactly it was that you were going to do to me when we got back to the privacy of our own home. I knew the rules. Perhaps too well.

In any case, I was not allowed to touch you on the ride back, save for the contact you initiated. I was in your hands now, on all levels. Wholly and completely yours to do with what you would. Your hand made its way to the small of my back as we walked through the warm summer evening air to the car. You opened my door for me, and that was that. The rest of the way I just sat, quietly, staring at you with yearning eyes.

Once home, you took my hand, and led me straight upstairs to our bedroom. Tonight, I began to see, we were not going to waste any time…or so I thought. You sat down on the bed, leaving me standing a few feet before you.

You undressed me first with your gaze, and then, with your hands, gently, slowly, peeling the layers away from my flesh, with only the flicker of candlelight to illuminate the sensual curves of my body.

You pulled me close, and with a ferocious smile, our lips met. It was ecstasy. Simply ecstasy, the energy that sparked through my being, the electricity that we made together.

You had one hand behind my head, pulling my mouth to yours. Closer. Closer. Our tongues danced their dance, and I closed my eyes to savor the fire that was burning in my heart.

You pulled away, though, and when I opened my eyes it was still dark. I took a deep breath and realized that you had blindfolded me. The next thing I knew, you had me in your arms and we were making our way down the many stairs. First one flight to the main floor. And then another. And another. To the deep basement. The space that was ours alone. That no one else ever step foot inside.

“I love you, my dear one, but tonight you were late. I cannot have you disrespect me like that. Now you will be punished. And you will learn. If you are good, perhaps the night has more love in store for you.”

With that, you placed me on the cold stone floor. Shivers ran up my naked body. I could hear you shuffling around, yet I still could not see; you had not yet removed the blindfold. I figured that my best bet was to get used to the darkness, to relax into it, to rest there in that space, for these punishments could go two ways: I could relax and find the pleasure within the pain, or I could stay all tensed-up and neither one of us would be very happy with that. “Open your mouth.”

You spoke with authority and I knew better than to ignore a command. I did as you asked, and you moved quickly, placing and then securely fastening a ball-gag in my mouth. You fired questions at me, to tease me further, reminding me that even should I wish, I could not find the words to answer you out loud. Next you cuffed my hands above my head.

I could read the expressions on your face even though my eyes could not see them. You were enjoying this. A huge smile was on your face, and your eyes were twinkling with mischief. You picked me up, and effortlessly tossed me over your shoulder.

My body trembled a little. I was scared, for I had no idea what you were about to do to me. Yet I was in your arms again, and there, even fear was pure bliss.

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PART II.

Soon I was in a familiar position. And to think I had almost forgotten how warm the floor was in comparison to the walls… You made sure that I didn’t have that lapse of memory, though, Master. You made sure of it as you shoved my body against the freezing wall and attached my bound wrists to the hook overhead.

Such a position stretched me, but not overly so. You liked to watch me squirm, and gifted me with the freedom of movement to do so, even in situations of restricted motion.

“You are not to waste my time, you little slut,” you said. “You should be kissing my feet for every moment that I offer to you, not dawdling like some absent-minded idiot. For your tardiness, we are going to play a little game with a clock. You kept me waiting for twenty minutes, so twenty minutes is our canvas. Let’s hope that you can paint a very beautiful scene for me in this time, or your punishment will worsen. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master” I said. I spoke demurely through the gag, emitting two muffled syllables, with that tightening-of-tone that comes only from true fear.

After all, in addition to the gag, I was blindfolded and bound. Even when I attempted to move, more discomfort ensued. Brushing against the wall was not something that I wanted to do twice. I had no choice other than to come to terms with the nature of the situation, and do my best to receive the punishment accordingly. I was not in the mood to incur your wrath any further.

I felt the warmth of your presence before I felt your touch. Your breath skimmed my chest, and soon your fingers were there, too, pulling at first gently and then quite harshly at my already-erect nipples. “Much better,” you said, as you attached first one clover clamp and then another. I tried to gasp at the sudden sensation, but the gag stopped such from hitting the air.

“Now, pay close attention, slut. You wouldn’t want to mess up because you didn’t hear the directions properly… Like I said, twenty minutes is the size of our canvas. I want you up on your tip-toes, heels off of the ground, for the duration of the time. You should be glad that your arms are already supporting you somewhat in this endeavor. If you falter, you’ll force me to remind you of your place. You don’t want that, do you? I know you’d rather just be a good girl and prove to me how much you enjoy serving your Master.”

I nodded my head quickly, indicating to you that I was not only listening, but already dreading the time when you would remove the clamps from my nipples.

“Up,” you barked.

I complied without a second-thought.

“While you are straining to keep position, not only will you reflect on the discomfort of waiting for another, but you will contemplate just how much you enjoy the tasks I give you, how you enjoy the control I have over you, and how much you appreciate this mild punishment for wasting my time earlier this evening. As the burning sensations begin to shoot through your calves, you will continue to tell yourself that what I do for you is in your best interest, and that you will strive to be a good girl or a bad girl as I choose to command you. You will use the pain to remind yourself that you derive pleasure form obeying my orders and that your main desire is to please and obey me. You will promise yourself to continue to please and obey me in every instance and in every way. Is that clear, slut?”

I managed another muffled “Yes, Master” before dropping my head in shame and focusing on keeping position. The first eight minutes passed more easily than I expected, the majority of the difficulty at that point pertaining to the mental and emotional aspects of the punishment. By the ninth minute, though, my body was cold and shaking. And I was slipping.

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PART III.

I regretted my body’s weakness as soon at my heels touched the cold floor. You were there, watching and ready to correct me. You paddled my ass so hard and so fast, that the only sensible reaction was to jump back onto my toes from the shock of it all. I did, accordingly, and you laughed. “Better,” is all you said.

You stood back a few feet, admiring the layer of redness that now emanated from my behind. I must have whimpered because you snapped at me, as if in response.

“On your toes, slut. Don’t make me remind you again. The next time will be harder. If you whine, the time increases. Your actions led to this. You do not have the right to complain through it. Every time you feel the urge to do so, reflect on your tardiness and vow to never be late again. Understood?”

I nodded as tears began to shake my vulnerable body. I wanted so desperately to wipe them away, to hide my face, yet I could do neither. All I could do was try to make it through—after about ten full minutes I realized that meant I raised myself higher onto my toes, of my own accord, every moment that I thought I was about to slip or lose focus. The extra height allowed me a bit of leeway if I really did slip, but mostly it served to strengthen my mental resolve.

I wanted to show you that I was sorry… that I understood the reason for your punishment and that it was helping me to grow, to become a better submissive, a better lover. I wanted you to know that I was learning and grateful.

By some miracle, I avoided any further paddling during that punishment, and completed the twenty minutes even with legs that were violently (spasmodically almost) tremoring from muscle fatigue.

The last three minutes were difficult, but nowhere near as difficult as the last sixty seconds proved to be. But like I said, every time I felt myself losing focus, I went up on my toes a little farther. In the last few minutes, my mind went to some ridiculous places— I kept flashing on calf- raises at the gym and hours and hours of relevés in studio.

When you announced, “TIME,” I took a breath of relief and, for a second, didn’t know what to do with myself. Part of me felt acclimated to that position, and I didn’t want to leave it. I felt a strange sadness course through my body when my feet touched the ground, and I was even reluctant for you to unbind my wrists. I stood on wobbly legs, silently afterwards, as the energetic sensations passing through my body intensified.

You removed my gag first and blindfold second. Soon thereafter, I collapsed in a heap on the floor, kneeling before you, a mixture of exhaustion and a gesture for respect. You grabbed my chin and pointed my face upward toward yours, forcing eye contact. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, slut?”

I struggled to find words and in that space of hesitancy, you swiftly slapped me across the cheek.

“Speak,” you said.

“Thank you, for guiding me so lovingly, Master,” I said. “I do appreciate all that you do for me, and I know that it is, of course, in my best interest. I am sorry that I teased you with my tardiness and neglected to regard the effect that it would have on your time and feelings. I hope that I will not disappoint you further. I only wish you please you, Master.”

Tears began to make pilgrimage down my cheeks, and you took me into your warm arms, at that point. You held me close, whispered good girl in my ear, and gently caressed my body back to the world of security.

As the crying quieted, you rose, taking my hand, and we climbed the steps back to our bedroom. Even such a mundane, simple task proved difficult and trying after such a punishment. You walked behind me to make sure that I did not fall, yet I was responsible for carrying my body up the stairs. You wanted me to remember that night. You wanted me to remember in my body, as well as in my heart.

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